Avaritia Arrival Log

[cancrymods]

AVARITIA

It's Vegas, baby! Oh wait, I already made that joke on the location page... With Esme's iron-fisted reign brought to an end and the Executors given time to take a very well-earned break, it finally comes down to descend to the next layer of Purgatory. Thankfully, with this being the group as a whole's second descent, things are a little less nerve-wracking this time around... maybe. Hopefully. ... Probably. Welcome to Avaritia. Feel free to use this arrival log to chronicle your initial misadventures in the Greed Layer of Purgatory. As noted in the location page, several locations will require further investigation if you'd like to get some information on them, so get investigating! Drop a comment down to the Investigation Request subheader if you'd like to explore. Get out there and have fun!

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[alcahest]

[ Mona is very fond of being able to message her friends, now; with several recovered memories of a house filled with friends she cared a great deal about, she's become a social creature. she likes to be around people. she likes that she can talk to them even when they're far away. photos of things she sees, idle thoughts she has throughout the day — some of it she saves to talk about when she gets home, of course, but there are often little things she shares, whether with the group chat or more directly.

Chiron is on the receiving end of plenty of these messages. so she knows when she stops seeing him around that she's not simply missing him by bad luck. he doesn't come back home, either, and she suddenly knows how he felt when she disappeared.

there are many possibilities. he may have vanished entirely, like Kingslayer. he might be hurt or in trouble somewhere. he could be avoiding them all for any of a dozen reasons.

it's not important at all. whatever the explanation for why he's gone, Mona spends days looking for him everywhere. even if he doesn't want to be found, that's fine, but she isn't going to let him just slip out of the picture. not until he knows it will matter. she didn't believe that about herself until he found her, so she needs to return the favour.

she finds him in an alley in Avaritia, shielded from the rain by the eaves of a building, and without a second thought she goes to him at a jog. ]

Chiron!

[schardynfreude]

[For a moment, he does not know his name. Does not react as such to said name. And then there is a woman, and he blinks, looking at her, not entirely...present. Surely she isn't here for him, right?

A blink, two, and his vision seems to clear, the recognition apparent.

And he looks away. She should not be here. Not with him.]

[alcahest]

[ so his avoidance was deliberate, then. Mona feels a sting of hurt that is nevertheless easy to let go of — she doesn't know his reasons or what he's feeling, and she won't judge him for this. it would be absurd to take it personally when he's been avoiding all of them, though she would have hoped he might have said something to her before he did. she knows she didn't, when she pulled away from everyone, but then he was the one who spoke to her and reassured her, and...

well. she's not going to call it hypocrisy. the least she can do is offer the same hand to him, now. ]

You haven't come home... I was worried.

[ she reaches for his sleeve, but it's a slow, cautious motion. she's not going to push him if he feels that he needs space, or he simply doesn't want her to touch him. he can back away all he needs to, and she won't blame him; it's a familiar feeling for her, too, one she still can't explain. ]

[schardynfreude]

Ah...

[He's hesitant, at the reach. Flexes his hand, stiffens, but...but it's Mona. He'll not hurt her by pushing her away.

At least, not yet.]

Has it...been long? I've been...

[Here. There. Wandering. Aimless. Heedless of the passing of time, which is familiar, too familiar now, not that it matters, what does it matter-]